Пролетая над гнездом кукушки
Chapter 15
HepausesandpeersupatmeagaintomakesureI’mgettingit,andIwanttoyellouttohimYes,Isee:Mexicoislikethewalnut;it’sbrownandhardandyoufeelitwithyoureyeanditfeelslikethewalnut!You’remakingsense,oldman,asenseofyourown.You’renotcrazythewaytheythink.Yes...Isee...
Butthefog’scloggedmythroattowhereIcan’tmakeasound.AshesiftsawayIseehimbendbackoverthathand.
"Now...Thegreensheepis...Can-a-da.Canadais...thefirtree.Thewheatfield.Thecal-en-dar..."
Istraintoseehimdriftingaway.IstrainsohardmyeyesacheandIhavetoclosethem,andwhenIopenthemagainthecolonelisgone.I’mfloatingbymyselfagain,morelostthanever.
Thisisthetime,Itellmyself.I’mgoingforgood.
There’soldPete,facelikeasearchlight.He’sfiftyyardsofftomyleft,butIcanseehimplainasthoughtherewasn’tanyfogatall.Ormaybehe’suprightcloseandrealsmall,Ican’tbesure.Hetellsmeonceabouthowtiredheis,andjusthissayingitmakesmeseehiswholelifeontherailroad,seehimworkingtofigureouthowtoreadawatch,breakingasweatwhilehetriestogettherightbuttonintherightholeofhisrailroadoveralls,doinghisabsolutedamnedesttokeepupwithajobthatcomessoeasytotheotherstheycansitbackinachairpaddedwithcardboardandreadmysterystoriesandgirliebooks.
